will be your ass up on the block Up on the block when I start pullin cards Cuz J will be the barrier 2 Dope will be the carrier And Project Born is wworn
we got a special Christmas treat. We got Mike Clark on this shit, he's gonna rap. And we got Fink from the eastside. Oh, and we also got 2 Dope." It'
when it comes to bein' the dope fiend, Kid I got's to have it Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to the get high, Baby I'm a junky bastard
tha dope, this my life, niggaz iz front'n and stuntin for nothin betta act right, fore i spark and dim your light? imma hazard to niggaz, a bastard to
dope, this My life, niggaz is frontin', and stuntin' for nothing Better act right, fore' I spark and dim your lights?? Im a hazard, to niggaz, a bastard
s? Was she involved with a plot, to deceive my perfect degrees of Three hundred and sixty, he ugly she pretty that's life Never been married eloped with dope
t even sound warm Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn The graphic exposin' wack asses I emcee as free as 'Ol Dirty Bastard You think you Catholic
the stacks You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see I'm so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this bastard's flow will bash a skull And I will,
Got Spring hating on me cause I ain't neva sprung Win-ter hating on me cause I'm colder than ya'll And I will neva I will neva I will neva FALL I'm being
a cup and said um "Mirror mirror, on, the wall Who is the top Dogg of them all?" There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted The mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard
harmed? Any sheep creep, quiet tendered sleep Make a peep, fucking body will go missing in a week Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking Greek God, Bastard
flyin' to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock To Soho, baby, Milo so dope The cocaine flow
Fuck Tyler, I'm a change my name to Uncle Phil Cause every girl I deal and fuck, it's always against her Will Dope enough to snort crack and sit the
gotta do a fucking song with Dom Kennedy Get these fuckin' hip hop bloggers to start feelin' me Because I'm seventeen, compose my own beats Lyrically I'm dope
While bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks Bad shit going down on the daily While bad chicks pass in a Mercedez, damn They see he's the bastard
she's sick of life cause she knows it sucks Cause her father's, not around to see her growing up Her birthday's tomorrow, we know that bastard ain't showing
: I vent my frustration at you old man, after Years your ears will hear..You screamed that you Tried, but it's words of a weakling and promises made
the Dungeon with them playeristic hits I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch I used to sell dope